|Posted by Laurene on May 16, 2016 at 11:20 AM||comments (0)|
No, not actually, really for real moving. Thank goodness, because there are not enough packing boxes in the world to move my junk. But, I am moving my blog. Not that anyone really cares.
The blog site that goes with this webserver is just too hard to use and make changes. Several times I have written a blog, only to have the whole thing disappear off into never never land.
So, I signed up with Blogger and moved to this site. I have found it much easier to use, easier to edit and make changes and actually kind of fun.
|Posted by Laurene on April 20, 2016 at 12:55 AM||comments (0)|
SPRING IS BLOOMING: APRIL 19, 2016
If anyone is looking for a beautiful drive...Start in Bingen and head east on Highway 14. Don't rush. Enjoy the green hillsides blooming with yellow Balsam Root and purple Lupine. Take Highway 97 to Goldendale and then travel west to Glenwood. This direction is best because now you have Mr Majestic Mountain in your view instead of at your back.
Leave your car window rolled down because as you travel west on Highway 142, there are Meadowlarks sitting on the barbwire fence singing their unique melody.
Fields of Camas are blooming at Blockhouse. I think it is a couple of weeks early this year. Watch for signs of old homesteads. The daffodils are done, but the old apple trees and German plum trees are blooming and at lower elevations the lilacs are beginning to bloom, showing that at one time someone cared about that piece of ground and tried to make a home.
Of course, this stretch of road has the blessing or curse of plentiful Odocoileus hemionus, better known as deer.
The elk come and go, but right now the valley is full of them.
On my drive today, I took only two photos. One as I was leaving the valley via Lakeside, and one as I was returning to the valley, via Leidl.
I will let you decide which one I took where.
I think this guy is gobbling up Spotted Frogs.
This guy is NOT happy. I ran over his tail. Do snakes have a tail? If he had any buttons, I squashed them.
|Posted by Laurene on August 1, 2015 at 2:45 AM||comments (0)|
REFLECTIONS ON A BLUE MOON NIGHT
Actually, tonight isn't the Blue Moon. That happened around 3:00 this morning, but at 99% full, it is still bright enough to make the remaining glaciers on the mountain, sparkle, and the stars in the Big Dipper harder to find.
It is almost midnight. The cinnamon rolls are rolled up, covered with a white dish towell and slowly rising through the night, ready to be baked early in the morning while the house is still cool.
I've washed my face, brushed my teeth, and put on my pajamas, when the coyotes start yipping.
I step out on the back porch. The coyotes are immediately quiet. A lone cricket is chirping. The horse in the corrall softly nickers and I can hear the steady kerchunk.......kerchunk of the neighbor's baler as I watch his tractor lights drive in circles around the field.
No rain on the hay bales this year.
Yes, it has been a hot summer for those who physically work outdoors, but life is so much easier and comfortable than a century ago.
The neighbor man will be able to go home, pull a cold bottle of Blue Moon,
out of the refrigerator, take a shower, relax in a recliner, turn on the TV and fall asleep.
No more days of cutting hay with a scythe.
I can remember my grandpa using one of these to cut the tall grass around his house. He had used one in the Old Country before he immigrated to the U.S. Back and forth strokes as the grass fell. Quite often he would stop, pull the file out of his back pocket and sharpen the scythe just as this man is doing.
Then, forking it into shocks as we see Rosa Kuhnhausen working in the field.
Then walking beside the wagon forking the shock up onto the high load of hay, with hay falling back down onto your sweaty face and neck, and if you were working up on the Plateau you had to worry about a rattler taking refuge from the sun under the shock.
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If you were lucky, you had a good well with a hand pump, so you could wash up at night before you went to bed.
Today, there is no packing water to our garden plants. We just turn on the sprinkler.
Yes, life is easier in this valley, but as I look at the mountain in the moonlight, I have to wonder if next summer will be another hot dry one.
So, on a beautiful summer night, I am off to bed. And, I don't have to walk out to the outhouse before I go to bed. I can just flush the toilet.
August 01, 2015
This morning, in my email box, is a newsletter from Underwood Conservation District.
"....This year is a landmark year on several fronts. While we had the warmest winter on record, a record low snowpack, and so far one of the most severe droughts, UCD turned 75! These momentous times cause some reflection. Conservation Districts were built around the response to the Dust Bowl in the 1930’s. Our country faced landmark challenges then, and we organized ourselves to address them. Now we are facing a new era of natural resource challenges, and your local conservation district is here to help. Read about our drought-related services...."
|Posted by Laurene on May 7, 2015 at 6:15 PM||comments (0)|
Gosh darn it....on the first of May I did a blog on weather stats for the month of April.
But lately, "webs" web service has had a problem with not publishing when you hit the Green Publish button, and your writing goes off into the land of nowhere.
I will try to get the stats done again, but first I need to get down the May 5th, 6th and 7th weather days.
On May 5th we travelled to Bickleton for a track meet. In Bickleton, there are no trees to get in your way of viewing clouds and there were some dandy stormy cloud formations to view. That same day, Hood River had some great viewing of rainbows. Temira commented on them in her weather forecast.
I checked Darlisa Black's Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/StarlisaBlack and sure enough, she had captured the rainbows.
This one as she was coming out of Shari's Restaurant.
This one she calls "supernumerary bows".
The next morning on the 6th, Glenwood had 29º. Probably because I had been to Good News Gardening and bought some Dahlias. Good thing I brought them in.
Chance of thunderstorms in the forecast.
And thunderstorms did arrive. In a big black cloud from the northeast.
All we got out of it was thunder and 0.04" rain but White Salmon and Hood River got hail, rain, thunder and lightning.
They got a doozy of a storm and somewhere the power went out. We were without power for about an hour.
My dad always said spring thunderstorms were good for making the hay crop grow. Something to do with nitrogen in the air. But maybe he didn't know what he was talking about.
Between 12:00 PM and 3:00 PM the temperature dropped ten degrees.
Followed by a colorful sunset.
Followed by a rapid drop to 30º, followed by me packing pots of Dahlias back into the house.
These freezes are NOT good for making the hay crop grow. I doubt if we will get any lilac blooms this year.
This morning, May 7th it was 24.3º and I did something I have never done before. I thawed out two hummingbird feeders. I've never done it before because I never have enough hummingbirds to make use of one feeder, much less two. I don't know what the deal is this year. We usually get a few for about a week and then they are gone. I was told they head for the Mountain.
This year I have about twenty of them darting around. They are as colorful as the sunsets.
This afternoon, we are enjoying almost 70º warmth with no wind.
And now...you've heard the rest of the story for the first week of May 2015.
|Posted by Laurene on March 13, 2015 at 11:30 AM||comments (2)|
Hello Bluebirds, Goodbye Frieda
March 13, 2015
I have trouble getting one blog a month written. This is my third one for March. Our community lost a long lived friend. I think of her garden sitting empty and wondering if she would have been tempted to start planting early, in this warm March weather.
Frieda Ladiges Sheridan was born in Glenwood 95 years ago. She lived her entire life in the community except for a short stint of working in Portland when she was young. Her grandparents came to Camas Prairie in 1878 and took up a homestead. Her grandmother died young and along with a baby, is buried down below the original Ladiges homestead on what is now the Conboy Wildlife Refuge.
Frieda was known for her longevity, her good mind, her generosity and her garden.
Three years ago, the two Klickitat County newspapers featured a short article about Frieda finding sprouting peas in her garden in February. The article came out March 14, 2012.
Frieda had wandered out into her garden in February and found a couple of peas sprouting. She covered them with a plastic tub to protect them. They survived.
Her son in law told about her calling him one spring and complaining that she could not get her rototiller started. He went down to her house and got it started, then asked her where she would like the ground worked up. She told him to go home, she was quite capable of rototilling her own garden.
I had the priviledge of spending some time with Frieda in her last days. She was an admirable trooper through her last days with Pancreatic Cancer. Her 95 year old friend came to visit her. They grew up together as neighbors, both of them born here in the valley, walking together to grade school and Sunday school, marrying , and raising families in the shadow of Mt Adams.
Frieda thought the sun wasn't in the same place as it used to be. I told Frieda that ten years ago, my dad sat on his front porch and told me the same thing. Frieda looked at me, tapped her chest and said, "well, it's just something you know in here."
Frieda lamented the loss of her friendly little garden toads. She blamed the Sandhill Cranes.
Last week, Frieda flew away. Somewhere, there will be a house waiting for Freda, like my new Bluebird houses waiting for their new residents.
|Posted by Laurene on March 13, 2015 at 11:15 AM||comments (0)|
GOT MY BLUEBIRD HOUSES HUNG
March 11, 2015
Over a week ago, a lone, single male Bluebird showed up. I don’t know if he was the scout, or if he just flew faster than the rest of the group. He spent a few days here by himself, flittering and chirping through the trees. Finally three or four more bluebirds showed up.
It was time for me to take down some of my old dilapidated birdhouses and replace them with new accommodations. The Bickleton Store and Cafe sells Bluebird Houses, but as much as I enjoy the drive to Bickleton, I didn’t have four hours to spare. So, I got online and googled “bluebird houses for sale the dalles”.
This is what came up on Craigs List:
Premium Quality Hand Crafted Bluebird Houses
Constructed to National Audubon Society specifications
1 9/16 inch hole
Constructed of weather resistant western cedar
Slotted inside front panel for easy exit for chicks when the time comes to leave nest
Front flip up for easy clean out with hidden hinge point, no ugly nail or screw showing on the side
Drainage holes on bottom corners
Mounting screws and washers included
$15.00 each, 2 for $25.00
I will ship anywhere in the USA if you pay shipping costs
Call Ben contact info
• do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers
Since I had no unsolicited services to offer Ben, I gave him a phone call.
Yes, he had six Bluebird houses ready to go. I didn’t want to wait for a check to clear, so I ran (actually I drove) up to the post office and purchased a money order, mailed it off to Ben and within a couple of days, a large well packed box of 6 Bluebird houses arrived back at the Glenwood Post Office. I opened the box right there and Cynthia and I ooohed and aaahed over the fresh cedar smell of the brand new birdhouses. Aren’t small town post offices great.
Yesterday, in sunny, 66º weather I hung the new homes. I am happy. Hopefully the Bluebirds will be happy and hopefully the Swallows and House Sparrows will stay away.
|Posted by Laurene on March 1, 2015 at 10:45 AM||comments (0)|
March 1, 2015:
WOW!, What a gloriously beautiful morning to start off the month of March. You tell me. Did it come in like a Lamb or a Lion?
It is clear as a bell on this Sunday morning, even though it will be a few hours before I hear the church bell ringing. 18.4 degrees for a low this morning, but that did not deter a huge flock of singing, and chortling Blackbirds from flying into the old prune trees to wipe out the food in the bird feeders.
I stepped outside to re-fill the bird feeders, and even at 7:30 AM and a chilly 18º, I could feel warmth from the rising sun. The sun is still rising in the southeast, but each day it moves farther north, until one morning its warmth will shine directly through my kitchen window from the east. Then it will continue its spring journey to its final northeastly direction.
Two days ago I saw a lone Bluebird sitting on the fence. I saw a flock (murder) of Crows yesterday, gathering in the trees in Leaton's field. Pintails have been in the Pintail pond for a week. No Wood Ducks have joined them yet. (If you get a good photo of those Pintails, could you email it to me please?) The Robins have been here chirping for three weeks, but I haven't seen Turkey Vultures yet. Every morning is a constant honking of geese as they move in and out of the valley.
Even though this morning's photo of the mountain shows it dressed in fresh white, there hasn't been a lot of snow falling on the mountain. Washington State's Drought Watch says: "Statewide drought unlikely but some areas at risk for water shortages as low snowpack, warm temperatures are forecast for March"
Some areas of British Columbia have had record snowfall this winter, but most of that will affect the Fraser River. The area at the headwaters of the Columbia River are at about 89% normal. B.C. Snow Survery and Water Bulletin. New Data will be out March 9th.
Glenwood Weather Statistics for the month of February.
High was 63º
Low was 16.7º
Average temp: 39.3º
We had 19 frost days. Highest wind gust 29 mph. Average wind direction: 144º which is between east and south. Average wind speed was 2.9 mph.
Maximum high pressure: 30.54
Minimum Low Pressure: 29.42
Precipitation: 5.18 inches. I don't remember going out and measuring any of that moisture as snow depth.
We had 11 rain days for the month of February.
February of 2014 had a total of 5.91" moisture and 2013: 1.19"
Last year, March 2014 gave 7.32" moisture, so we will see what this March brings.
He has cute drawings included in his explanation about why we here in the Pacific Northwest, don't really have Lion and Lamb springs.
By the way, this beautiful March 1 morning was preceded by a beautiful February 28th night. Some of us were standing out by a bonfire enjoying the night skies. We missed what our lovely "connected with nature" Darlisa Black managed to catch reflected in the waters of Trout Lake.
|Posted by Laurene on February 3, 2015 at 7:00 PM||comments (0)|
Jupiter and the Full Snow Moon Come Together In a Beautiful Conjunction Tonight
by Bob King on February 3, 2015
The Full Moon celebrates Jupiter’s coming opposition by accompanying the bright planet in a beautiful conjunction tonight.....
This is what Wikipedia says about the SNOW MOON:
"Snow moon or Full Snow moon is a traditional name for the full moon that occurs in February in North America. Usually this month is a time for snow and cold air temperatures, and this is the reason for the name snow moon. Storm moon, hunger moon, Little Famine moon, and Full Bony moon are other traditional names for this particular full moon."
And.....this is what I wrote in my weather journal this morning.
February 3, 2015
This is the day of the Full Moon. The Snow Moon.
As I type this, the temperature is 37 degrees and it is raining. And once again, that mysterious hidden hole, that no one can find, in the roof….. is leaking.
This has been a dreary gray winter, and it is becoming hard to recall the long, drawn out, beautiful sunny autumn days that we experienced in the fall of 2014.
The record cold for this day in Hood river was -21º.
That might be the time Sweeter Dean told about. They were living in the little house down on Feller Lane that is gone now. It was on Hathaway property, across from Fellers.
Sweeter said it was -50º. I don’t remember how much snow, but I think there was quite a bit of snow and it was blowing. She said Jim was a baby and she had to go out to the outside shed to get stove oil. She was worried about leaving Jim in the house alone in case something happened and she didn’t get back to the house.
This would also be the same winter that my mother told the story over and over about their deep snow, power was out and she had to wash my diapers by hand and dry them by the wood stove.
Jim Dean and I are about the same age and evidently babies at the same time during a bad winter.
Last Friday, January 30th, I walked down to visit Frieda Sheridan.
She said 77 years ago, her mother passed away. Actually on Jan. 26th. There was no snow on the ground.
Then in February they got several feet. That would have been 1938.
Jim and I weren't born yet:
This morning, I received some photos from a friend in central British Columbia. Snow Moon is in full effect.
Yesterday, Claude, at the General Store, took a photo of Mount Adams.
And yesterday I noticed robins in the valley and heard Red Wing Blackbirds singing. The ducks are starting to pair up and coyotes are howling for a mate....
Today, the sky is heavily overcast so I think I am going to miss seeing the rising of Jupiter and the Snow Moon, and it is 40 degrees, so I don't think the clouds are snow clouds, but we will see what the Snow Moon brings.
Have a good February!!!
|Posted by Laurene on January 5, 2015 at 8:00 PM||comments (0)|
I should be listing weather statistics for 2014, but that sounds too boring. Who wants to play with a bunch of numbers?
So....I will tell about us leaving for the beach to go clamming in single digit cold at the end of 2014 and arriving back home at the beginning of 2015 to record breaking warmth.
We left December 30th. The nights were getting down to 5 degrees, so we had to ask a friend to come build a fire, just to make sure the pipes didn't freeze. Even though the dogs have a comfy doghouse, they weren't going to be happy about not coming in, early in the morning, to lie by the woodstove. Mr. Seven Toes cat was going to be even less happy.
But, reservations were made at Long Beach and the clams were waiting to be dug out of the sand, so off we went.
Usually when the east wind is blowing, the weather at the beach is pretty nice and the same applied this time. Cold, but nice. Surf was calm, clamming was great, although clams were a little small and the last day on the beach was beautiful.
In the meantime, back home at the Glenwood ice house, Steve, from up Snowden way, was touring around snapping photos. He was kind enough to share, what I was missing.
The lenticulars coming off of Mt Adams taken from Bill Moore Road. I don't think any of us can ever get tired of watching this cloud show.....
This tells you how cold it was. A frozen OUTLET FALLS. I'm glad Steve took the time to stop and peek over the edge.
Evidently, someone felt the ice was thick enough at the MILL POND to try out the ice skates.
And now....it is January 5, 2015. The high temp today was 49.5 degrees. The low was 45.1. The dogs lie by the stove and pant and Mr Seven Toes doesn't even care to come in.
|Posted by Laurene on October 26, 2014 at 8:00 PM||comments (0)|
Today is October 25, 2014. An unusual October 25 for Glenwood.
As I wandered around the yard in the drizzly rain, picking up hoses, I was wishing I could get the grass mowed one more time. That is pretty crazy for Glenwood. Who mows the lawn in October??
Green growing grass isn't the only crazy thing this fall. Look at the strawberry blossoms.
I picked three big red berries. The birds finally got tired of eating raspberries and they left. Somewhere on their way south, they will be dropping red splotches on someone's car. I think about the early settlers in this valley. They would have been happy for food this late in the year.
I should clean out the tomato tubs, but if you look in behind the blooming petunias, you will see tomatoes still ripening.
Next to the red tomatoes....a green pepper.
Last week I found a blooming yellow Day Lily and a red poppy but neglected to take a photo. However, I do have a struggling Nasturtium
And a companion. At least they know it is the season to be ORANGE.
Out in the front yard are these huge Brownie homes. I don't disturb them, because they are big enough that there might be a brownie living underneath.
It is not unusual for brocoli and cabbage to look like this in October...
I gathered my produce, took it into the house, washed it up and placed it on a towel to dry. I went back outside to continue working, thinking I would take photo later.
Hey!! Someone ate two of the strawberries.